Sunday, April 30, 2017

Inevitability

Centuries hence,
At the end of the trail,
After the human
Parasites fail,
Plants and insects
Will prevail...

Breath Of Spring

Hair wildly askew
Surprised, nonplussed,
An old man chases his
Hat in an April gust...

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Life

Despite what gods,
Are said to enact,
A human is simply
A sentient digestive tract...

Sunday Morning

Well past dawn
Peacefully this
Bed I lie upon
Wait till something
Turns my brain-switch on

Juniper's Gift

Well-made gin,
Lifts, and liberates,
From within...


Old Time Photography

When photographs were a brand new thing
There was a sense of time being stopped,
A moment frozen, which could bring,
Thereafter, a permanence which
Had never existed before, and while
Those being pictured, were happy
To pose, they would not smile...


Brain Power

Imagination and ideas fly,
At light-like speeds,
They entice and mystify,
They summon images
Fantastic, Kafkaesque,
And, all of this, while
I'm sitting at my desk...


Friday, April 28, 2017

みどりの日

A public holiday to
Commemorate green
And decompress
Within a vernal scene
In the land of Wa
Where they eat
Their tuna raw

Gabfest

Clashing views
Inform less
Than confuse
On cable news

Break A Leg

The secret is not
To lose your nerve
While performing
For those you serve

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Creativity

Can't help but
Wondering why,
The well never
Runs dry...

Lost Legions

Marching forward, into the haze,
Legions of things unsaid, but
Recorded, in a million ways,
In blogs, poems, and essays,
The ranks of what must be
Written from our random days...

Sunday, April 23, 2017

日曜日の午後

Burnt wick of the weekend
A tired Sunday afternoon,
And the happy minutes
Have all flown-by too soon...


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Infinite Letters

A poem uses words to save
Something special from
Dissolving into the grave
Where memories decompose...

A poem preserves it,
Prevents it from being dead,
Even if the poem is never read...

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Gone Fishing

Trying to tempt a hungry
Fish to eat a dirty trick
Food, plastic, or steel,
Move your bait quick,
Give it a delicious look,
All the while hiding the
Sharp traitorous hook...

April Parking Lot

Cherry blossom petals
Are a white-pink snow
Whirlpooling with the
Gentle vernal blow,
Dancing on the asphalt
In a swirling adagio...

Friday, April 14, 2017

Sick House

Ambiguous is how
A hospital feels
It houses the dying
But also heals


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Second Life

After so many years of working,
Serving the cause, being used,
Comes a time called transition,
Which really means "confused"
Move on into a freer day, all
Bewildered and bemused...

Blogger

Word by word,
Thought by thought,
Better to write
It down, than not,
For words are
Really all I've got,
And time cannot
Be bought...

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

ある日の花見

Bottle of Kubota sits
Among the petals pink,
No one there to drink...